Page 40 of Smoke

I collapse into his arms and let the tears fall. He squeezes me tight to his chest. “Shhh, it’s all right. I got you.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blamed you. You were right to punish me.” The lessons he teaches me are for my own good. They may seem extreme to most, but it’s the only way to get through to me sometimes.

I’ve been acting reckless, engaging with Kane and giving into his demands. I should’ve called Hawk and told him to begin with. I let this get out of hand and now Kane has wreaked havoc on both of our businesses.

He cups my face in his hands. “My sweet Cherry girl… No more tears. We’re gonna get you cleaned up and everything will be right again.”

I nod and let him and Scarrow guide me to my bedroom. Omen is in there waiting. He blows out a deep breath when he sees me. “You good, mama?”

This new protective vibe he’s giving me is surprising. I truly believed he hated me. “Yes. Much better now.”

The steam billowing out from the bathroom makes my belly do a little flip. I can’t wait to stand underneath the hot water and let it sooth all my muscles.

Hawk presses his forehead to mine as he rubs my shoulders. “Come on let’s get these clothes off.” I kick off my stilettos and then lift up my arms so he can pull my shirt off. Scarrow comes up from behind and unhooks my bra.

I stand there between them, breathless for a moment. Scarrow cups my breasts and gives them a light squeeze as Hawk pulls my skirt down. “After we get you clean, we’re going to treat that pretty skin of yours.”

I can only imagine what my ass looks like. He spanked me so fucking hard. But it made me cum. The pain was worth every spasm.

Omen stalks over. “Let me see.” He trades places with Scarrow. My breath hitches when he pulls my panties down to my ankles. He caresses my ass cheeks with soft gentle strokes. “It’s not that bad. You’ll live, mama.”

Hawk slides a finger down the slit of my pussy. “We’ve done this before. She likes being spanked,” he rasps.

Omen spins me around to face him. “Tell me about it.”

I swallow hard, nervous with all of them staring at me. “I… I have a humiliation kink. We both do.”

Omen’s jaw ticks and his gaze turns primal. “So, earlier, when you were begging him to stop… it was all part of the game?”

I nod. “Hawk and I have had a safe word since we were young. I never actually want him to stop.”

Scarrow runs a hand across my lower back. “Mmm. I am so turned on right now.”

Omen caresses my chest before gently wrapping his hand around my throat. “So what’s the magic word?”

I look down at the ground, my cheeks heating. “Um… well, because of our circumstances… um, it—”

“Preacher,” Hawk interjects, saving me from the not so attractive kind of humiliation.

Omen and Scarrow both chuckle.

I bite my lip. “Yeah, so whenever we thought we were about to get caught, we’d say, Preacher.”

“And then we decided that would be our safe word for other situations,” Hawk adds.

“Like what kinds of situations exactly?” Scarrow asks.

I feel the blush in my cheeks deepening. “The kind where he leaves me naked outside in the dirt all night until I make myself cum over and over again. Until I’m so swollen I can barely walk.”

Hawk threads his fingers through my hair. “She’s never used the safe word. Not once. Isn’t that right, Cherry?”

My belly flutters as the three of them surround me. I take a deep breath. It’s triggering my claustrophobia. I look around the room, searching for an exit. “I’m really hot. My breath… I can’t catch it.”

Omen tightens his grip on my throat. “Face your fears. We’re here to protect you and make you feel good, not smother you. Relax.”

Hawk lifts my hair and kisses the back of my neck. “Answer the question. Tell them how you’ve never once used the safe word.”

Panic rises in my chest but instead of making me dizzy, it sends a deep spasm to my clit. “It’s true. I’ve never needed to say it. Nothing you do will ever make me say it. I never want you to stop, Hawk.”